He grew very thoughtful toward evening, but his eyes shone brighter than any sapphires in the Maharajah's iron boxes.

As to an old Mahomedan woman from Rubbulgurh, who cooked her chupatties alone and somewhat despised, she heard the march-past too, and was troubled all day long with the foolish idea that the captain-sahib would presently come in to tea, and would ask her, Tooni, where the memsahib was..